Keep an eye on your neighbor while you wait for the paramedics

You decide that you had best be prudent and wait for the paramedics. Even if you are invisible, if the medics arrive while you are humping your neighbor, there's a good chance you could get caught. The invisibility could wear off, or they could hold you down and get fingerprints or a skin sample. It wouldn't be too hard to figure out who the invisible man is if he is caught in your apartment and used your phone to make a call to 911. Once they identify you, you could be charged for ****. And maybe you aren't invisible. Maybe you are hallucinating everything. Maybe your neighbor just really didn't see you in the dark, or hear you creep up behind her. She is a little loopy herself, after all. The uncertainty, not knowing what is real and what is imagination, is driving you crazy. To calm yourself down, you decide to play it safe.

But you want to keep an eye on her and see what she does. She's in your apartment, in the dark, looking for you. She's unarmed, which is a good thing, but it's still pretty creepy that she would sneak in to watch you sleep. You knew she was odd, but you never made her for a stalker.

Having satisfied herself that you are not in your room, she turns and heads towards the bathroom. You have just enough time to step out of her way, but you don't bother to hide. You are still trying to determine whether or not you are really invisible. But even at two feet, close enough to smell her skin, she doesn't see you. You are even standing partially in the light coming down the hall from the bathroom. Either you are imagining the entire thing, or you really are invisible.

She steps into the bathroom and draws back the shower curtain. She is now thoroughly stumped. She was probably watching your door through her peephole and never saw you leave. You follow her around as she checks all the windows in your apartment, but they are all shut tight and locked from the inside. She is completely bewildered.

You follow her as she walks back into the bathroom. She stops, looking at the underwear you discarded on the floor before taking your shower. She stares at it for a moment, as if it has given her some kind of clue. Then she does something you didn't expect. She bends down, picks up your underwear and smells the crotch. She presses the fabric against her nose and takes another long whiff. You're not sure whether to be grossed out or turned on, but she is definitely excited.

Holding your underwear to her nose with one hand, her other hand slowly undoes the tie holding her robe closed, exposing her white nightgown. She turns around and leans back against the bathroom counter, spreading her thighs. She begins to run her fingers up her thigh, up under the hem of her nighty to her crotch. Following her lead, you begin to stroke your engorged manhood, becoming very aroused by her unsuspecting show.

She takes another deep breath and moans quietly. Her chest is rising and falling more rapidly now as she grows increasingly aroused. Her free hand comes out from under her nighty and slides up her belly to her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her nipples through the lace. Once her nipples are good and hard, her hand slides back down to the hem of her nighty and lifts it, exposing her lacey panties. She slips her hand under the waistband and begins to stroke her genitals.

You are getting closer and closer to orgasm with every one of her quiet moans, with every sniff she takes of your underwear. She slides a finger inside her pussy and gasps out loud, very close to orgasm herself. Suddenly you see lights flashing through the window over her shoulder. She doesn't seem to have noticed them, and you don't care.

Suddenly there is a loud knock on the door. "Mr. Silverman?" It's a woman's voice, muffled by the door and the intervening distance. At that very moment, Angela comes, too aroused to stop herself. In spite of her efforts to stifle herself by pressing your underwear against her mouth, her groan of pleasure is quite audible, and you wouldn't be surprised if the paramedics heard it. And on hearing her moan, you come yourself, though much more quietly, shooting a long string of semen across Angela's thighs.

Pulling your underwear out of her mouth, she looks down at her thighs, mystified. Her face is flushed and sweaty and totally sexy.

There is another knock on the door. "Mr. Silverman, my name is Maria. I'm a paramedic from St. Andrew's. Is it all right if I come in?"

Angela is looking around wildly, like a caged animal. There is only one entrance to my apartment and she knows it. Either she's going to have to face the paramedics and come up with a convincing story, or she'll have to try to go out a window. She looks outside, the sun is coming up. It's almost six a.m.